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Not ashamed of Christ.

ESUS, and shall it ever be,

A mortal man asham'd of thee?

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Scorn'd be the thought by rich and poor;
O may I scorn it more and anore!

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Let ev'ning blush to own a star! chefnd, i Asham'd of Jesus! just as soon as ndT Let midnight blush to think of noon! 3 Asham'd of Jesus! of that friend it On whom my heav'nly hopes depend! ¡A It must not be; be this my shame, That I no more revere his name.

4 Asham'd of Jesus! yes, I may

When I've no crimes to wash away;

No tear to wipe, no joy to crave, otard a
No fear to quell, no soul to save, vid nO

5 Till then, (nor is the boasting vain)
Till then I'll trust a Saviour slain;
And O may this my portion be,
That Saviour's not ashamed of me!

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A faithful man who can find? Prov. xx. 6. There is a friend that sticketh closer than a brother. Prov. xviii. 24.

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FRIEND or brother wouldst thou find, On whom thou may'st depend?val Look not to one of earthly kind,s à di But to the sinner's Friend.

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2 The best of men, in time of need,
May fail, and sometimes will;
For thorns and briers are decreed
Their proper emblem still.

3 But he to whom the word refers
No disappointment gives;

More than a brother's love he bears,
And he for ever lives.

4 Friends stand aloof when troubles press; This refuge never fails!

'Tis then he shews his faithfulness, 'Tis then his arm prevails.

5 And those, who thus have prov'd him kind In sorrow's anxious day,

Will for his sake be most inclin'd
True friendship to display.

6 But Jesus still must be supreme;
On him alone depend;

For none can be declared, like him,
The never-failing Friend!

205.

1 How vain are all things here below!

How false, and yet how fair!
Each pleasure hath its poison too,
And every sweet a snare, ta

The brightest things below the sky
Give but a flattering light;

We should suspect some danger nigh
Where we possess delight.

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3 Our dearest joys, and nearest friends,
The partners of our blood,

How they divide our wavering minds,
And leave but half for God!

4 The fondness of a creature's love,
How strong it strikes the sense!
Thither the warm affections move,
Nor can we call them thence.

5 Dear Saviour, let thy beauties be
My soul's eternal food;

And grace command my heart away
From all created good!

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206.

A Hymn by Luther.

Is not, tho' hard, too high an aim,
Secure thy part in Christ to claim;
The sensual instinct to control,
And warm with purer fires the soul.
2 Nature will raise up all her strife,
Foe to the flesh-abasing life,

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Loath in a Saviour's death to share,
Her daily cross compell'd to bear.
3 But grace, almighty grace, at length
Shall arm the saint with saving strength,
Through the sharp war with aids attend,
And his long conflict sweetly end.

4 Act but the infant's gentle part,
Give up to love thy willing heart;
No fondest parent's melting breast
Yearns like thy God's to make thee blest.

5 Taught its dear mother soon to know, The simplest babe its love can shew; Bid bashful slavish fear retire; The task no labour will require. 6 The sov'reign Father, good and kind, Wants but to have his child resign'd; Wants but thy yielded heart—no more With his rich gifts of grace to store. 7 He to thy soul no anguish brings; From thine own stubborn will it, springs; That foe but crucify-thy bane

Nought shalt thou know of frowns or pain. 8 Shake from thy soul, o'erwhelm'd, deprest, The heavy load that galls its rest,

That wastes her strength in bondage vain; With courage break th' enslaving chain! 9 Let faith exert its conquering pow'r; Say in thy fearing, trembling hour, Father, thy pitying help impart!

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'Tis done a sigh can reach his heart. 10 Yet, if more earnest plaints to raise, Awhile his succours he delays,

Tho' his kind hand thou canst not feel,
The smart let lenient patience heal.
11 Or, if corruption's strength prevail,
And oft thy pilgrim footsteps fail,
Lift for his grace thy louder cries,
So shalt thou cleans' and stronger rise.
12 If haply still thy mental shade

Deep as the midnight gloom be made;
On the sure faithful arm divine
Firm let thy fast'ning trust recline.

13 The gentlest Father, best of friends, To thee nor loss nor harm intends;

Tho' toss'd on the most boist'rous main,
No wreck thy vessel shall sustain.
14 Should there remain of rescuing grace
No glimpse, no shadow left to trace,
Hear thy Lord's voice! 'tis Jesu's will,
"Believe, thou dark lost pilgrim, still."
15 Then, thy sad night of terrors past,
Tho' the dread season long may last,
Sweet peace shall from the smiling skies
Like a new dawn before thee rise.

16 Then shall thy faith's bright grounds appear,
Its eyes shall view salvation clear:
Be hence encourag'd more, when tried,
In the best Father to confide.

17 Oh my too blind, yet nobler part,
Be mov'd, be won, by these, my heart;
See, of how rich a lot, how blest,
The true believer stands possest!

18 Come, backward soul, to God resign;
Peace, his best blessing, shall be thine:
Boldly relying on his care,

Cast thy felt burden only there!

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1 TELL me no more of earthly toys,
Of sinful mirth and carnal joys—
The things I lov'd before;
Let me but view my Saviour's face,
And feel his soul-reviving grace,
And I desire no more!

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